Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
MATSUO BASHOCalm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
MATSUO BASHOCome, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOHow much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
MATSUO BASHOTraveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
MATSUO BASHOPlunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOWhen I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
MATSUO BASHOI hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
MATSUO BASHOThe journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOThe oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHOFriends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOMake the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
MATSUO BASHO